things crept out of the woodwork

 Get up and go downstairs, and in a fit of bad humour, slam all the doors with no regard for those that might be sleeping. Make breakfast and feed the cat, who is hungry at all times.

The son came up to the fathers bedroom, the cold room at the top of the house. He complained sadly that the father had not woken him up as had been arranged. Feel sorry about this and say so. The reason for this is that the son wanted to go to the cafe around the corner. This cafe stops serving coffee at half past eleven, so there was little time to get dressed and to go on. 

Breakfast had already been made, that was fine and all was well. But the promise to go out and   to have a cup of coffee with the son had been misplaced

But this was not so bad after all, for both hurriedly dressed arrived at the small café and were able to have their coffee and a croissant and a piece of cake.

Then walk on to where the son had parked the car and take it back to one of the local parking spots. There is only one free, that is lucky. Anything else would have involved a long search. The son had left the car in good condition, there was no mess inside. He had spent the previous evening transporting the remains of a sofa from a charity organisations rooms to the waste depot. The sofa was old and had fallen apart.

Spend the rest of the day at home, sad at all the difficulties that crept out of the woodwork during the last two years. 

Having retired from work it is impossible to deal with the things at home.

In the early afternoon visit the gallery and have a cup of coffee.